Chapter 51: Set fifty one

Setting 51: The Supernatural Research Society (4)
When encountering the host god, Shan Ziwei always felt that two medicines were not enough, one was a quick-acting rescue heart pill, and the other was a regret medicine.
He recognizes the red peach sp, but there are so many relationship cards that make up the red peach sp. Why should it be "孺慕"! Why is it "momou" that moves, hands, moves and feet! !! !!
-Believe it or not I cry (Lang) to show you!
Fortunately, the host didn't want a single list. Wei will come out now. The young brunette took away the toy box and explored the corridor in a regular manner.
Shan Ziwei watched the host walk to the Noro mask where Bai Ying dropped before, and bent over to pick it up.
The list of Wei Wei's mind was just taken aback by Bai Ying, and now he can think of many details. The reason why that white shadow is so white is that it is wearing all-round white, not only the clothes and pants are white, but even the hands are wearing white gloves. Coupled with a low figure, it is either a short youth or a teenager who has not yet grown up.
Shan Zi Wei went to the host while thinking, and examined the mask of Noro with the young brunette. A closer look at that Neraku mask is more infiltrating, with a white face, red lips, and black hole eyes like an abyss that absorbs all light.
Shan Ziwei watched the host flip the mask over and over, and the goosebumps were all up. Although this Noh mask is extremely uncomfortable, Shan Ziwei found nothing worthy of attention, as if it was just a common scary mask. A certain flower idiot no longer remembers the time of using a set card. Without the "2 investigation", the clue can only be found purely through eyesight and experience.
Shan Zi Wei Xuxin asked the experienced gods around him: "What does this noodle have?"
The host shook his head, and Shan Ziwei speculated: "Maybe it is used elsewhere?"
The dark-haired young man was silent for a while and suddenly said, "This is a mask."
This is not what the mask can be ...
Between the sparks of calcium carbide, Shan Ziwei understood the meaning of host.
-Mask, of course, on the face.
So the host will do the same.
Lying down!
Shan Ziwei was stunned by the host's gallant boldness: can this stuff be worn casually! Although it doesn't look like anything, it's a magical chessboard! What a strange thing to possess it!
As Shan Ziwei thought, the situation was very bad after the host put on the mask of Noro. He seemed to be frozen, and the whole person was still there.
"Hey, hey! Host! Host ..."
Shan Wei shouted several times without a response. He stared at the stagnant figure of the host, finally gritted his teeth, reached out, and tentatively patted the host's shoulder.
The moment the hand was taken was avoided, Shan Ziwei saw the dark-haired young man take off Nengle's mask expressionlessly, and was relieved.
"What just happened?"
The host responded by handing the mask over, "Put on, look."
Shan Ziwei did not hesitate to do what the host said. He took the Noh mask, and the cold touch made him feel like he felt an ice cube. When the entire mask was on his face, the coldness seemed to freeze his breath.
Soon, Shan Ziwei knew what "looking" in the host's mouth meant.
Through the eyes of the Noro mask, Shan Ziwei saw another world—he was still in the corridor on the second floor of the Manda ancient house, with some changes in position: he was standing at the entrance of the corridor before, but at this time The middle of the corridor. In addition to the change of position, the height of his field of vision also changed, as if his body had shrunk to adolescence and his height dropped by nearly a third.
Then his "body" moved.
The reason for the quotation marks is that Shan Ziwei did not feel his control over the body, and this "movement" was not at all due to his wishes. More accurately, he seemed to suddenly leave his body, and instead attached to a child, following "he" to feel the world.
Shan Wei was confused for a moment, and his past experience of playing horror games quickly made him understand what was going on.
Is this ... recall?
When it comes to horror game routines, recall killing is essential. It is an important way to help players understand the background and script of the game. The difference is that Shan Ziwei only used to watch performances across the screen, while holographic online games let him experience the memory killing himself.
Shan Zi Wei felt all this strangely: the corridor in front of him was brightly lit, "He" slowly walked towards the staircase at the end of the corridor, almost taking a step and stopping, slowly until Shan Zi Wei could capture from the passing vase To the reflection of "self"-a boy wearing a white mask and wearing a Neng Le mask.
Shan Ziwei was surprised: wasn't this the white shadow they had encountered before?
At this time, a sound of "Da Da Da" footsteps rang from downstairs, from distance to near, apparently someone stepped on the stairs. The non-hurried footsteps seemed to irritate "he", "he" stopped for a moment, and then ran to the stairs in two steps.
As soon as he reached the stairs, he bumped into a beautiful woman head-on. The beautiful woman is about forty or so. Whether it is well-maintained skin or precious clothes on her body, it shows that her identity is not simple.
Seeing "he", a strange look flashed on the beautiful woman's face. Shan Ziwei's heart trembled suddenly. If it was someone else, he might interpret that strange emotion as mischief and panic-after all, anyone who sees this mask will be scared-only Shan Ziwei can see the mischief Under the horror, there was a deep hatred.
So familiar ...
The beautiful woman quickly erased the strangeness on her face and showed her pet smile, "Baby, why are you out?"
"He" didn't speak.
The beautiful woman reached out and seemed to want to touch "his" head, "Did you want something? Tell her mom, Mom will buy it for you ..."
"He" reached out and pushed "Mom" in front of him hard.
The woman's expression was fixed on the wrong look. Shan Ziwei watched this unbelievably. Behind "Mom" is a high and long staircase. Shan Ziwei just ran a trip, so he can guarantee that the staircase is more than the ordinary stairs Much more dangerous. Shan Ziwei subconsciously wanted to hold each other. His motionless body told him that what was before him was just a long-held memory. He couldn't change anything but watched "Mom" leaning backward like a dying swan. The helpless hand waved in the air, hitting "his" face.
Because of the presence of the mask, "he" did not feel the pain, only the mask was hit loose and hung crookedly on his face.
"Porphyrin, porphyrin ..."
Shan Ziwei's vision was obscured by the crooked mask, and he could only hear the dull impact sounds one after another. "He" straightened the crooked mask and looked down at the bottom of the stairs.
The woman lay crookedly under the corner of the wall opposite to the ground floor, apparently rolled off the stairs and hit the wall; her body was broken in many places and blood was hit in many places. Shan Ziwei thought for a moment that the woman was dead, but she trembled and opened her eyes soaked in blood. Even if it wasn't for him, Shan Ziwei subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief-great, "Mom" didn't die.
"Mom" was confused for a while, then turned her only moving head hard, and gradually and gradually turned her head to look upstairs-she finally could not see the person she wanted to see, and Shan Wei was so relieved that He was dead at half, and he looked in horror at the wall on which "Mom" was paralyzed, above it-a decorative weapon with a hammer and axe intersecting.
Everything seems to be in slow motion, maybe because of the previous impact, or because it has not been repaired for a long time, and I saw the heavy hammer facing the beautiful woman's head, gravitationally slid a little, and finally fell straight down— —
Cluck.
Shan Wei took off Nengle's mask fiercely, and the sound of crushing bones was lingering in his ears, and his eyes were full of blood. His heart was beating very fast, his strong emotions were rampant in his head, with fear, anger, and unspeakable sadness. Shan Ziwei is very clear that these emotions are not hiss. He is really scared and angry at what he does, but not so strong or even sad.
Should it be the influence that Nolar mask exerted on him, and was it a price to watch the memory kill? Shan Wei thought, he glanced at the panel, and all three sps were reduced.
These outside emotions were quickly cleaned up by Shan Wei, and after all had subsided, a certain idiot suddenly found something wrong. He turned and swept for a week, then anxiously found something.
The host is gone.
Shan Ziwei didn't come up at a stretch—what about good cooperation? !! Where is the most basic trust of people! !! !!
The poor, abandoned white-haired young man stood alone in the hallway of the ghost house, holding in his hand the mask of Noro left by the ghost, surrounded by darkness. No matter how you look at it, it is the rhythm of having lunch in the next second. You need to know that no matter in which horror movie, placing an order is equivalent to announcing "fire at me" to the ghost.
The word "flag" made Shan Wei turn around and was about to go downstairs to find other companions. He stared at the setting panel and was fighting fiercely in his heart.
[Setting 2: You are a member of the supernatural research community that actively participates in activities, and believes in "Death without death" (1/8). (9:22:31)]
If you don't die ... you will die.
Although Setting 2 is far from being activated, "1/8" stipulates that they must die hard 8 times before the setting is activated. I heard footsteps before running upstairs to see the ghost, but this is not enough. The list Wei calculated it, even if they played all the spooky games on the event leaflet once, only 5 times, they still had to seek more opportunities for "death".
There is no doubt that the act of exploring the haunted house alone can definitely be counted in the scope of "death".
Suddenly Wei Shan had an unreliable idea: host the goods ... shouldn't think of this so leave him?
Anyway, say hi to him, uncle!
The white-haired youth was full of resentment. As for the host, which was missing by some accident, the list of Wei was not included in the consideration. That is the host, which has the host with the name "world", even if other players are hung up, the guy is sure. Can live well.
Complaining and complaining, Shan Ziwei still turned honestly, facing the corridor on the second floor again.
His eyes were dark, and Shan Ziwei felt the light switch on the wall of the staircase. There was a "snap". Although the light was on, the light projected was very limited. It was sparsely stretched in the hallway, half dead.
Shan Ziwei's mood is the same. There are two concepts of companion and no companion. Even if the companion is not reliable, as long as someone is standing beside him, he will feel much peace of mind. This is a kind of "potential". Without this kind of popularity, the pressure on Shan Ziwei has increased by a geometric multiple. It is as if now he is standing here alone, and the dignified surrounding atmosphere can't wait to be squeezed. Come up, forcing him to listen to his own heartbeat, look at his own shadow, and feel his own fear.
The Nolan mask on his hand became colder and colder, and the list Wei was anxious to throw it away, but it was obviously a very important prop, so Shan Wei only put the Nolan mask on—
Suddenly Wei Wei suddenly stopped: Did he still have Gaia?
Maybe I know this chessboard doesn't do anything with it. Since the beginning of the game, Xiao Gaia has been lying very quietly on Shan Wei's shoulder. When she sees the Nora mask, she first sticks her head out and sticks it on, like a fur The little animal put his face on the Noro mask-look at the mask above his head and know that it seems to have a soft spot for the mask. However, the Noh mask is made according to the proportion of ordinary people. Only the doll's small Gaia face is not even half filled with the Noh mask. I can see that the expression on the mask on Little Gaia's head is in a straight line. The silver-haired black robe doll is silent. Retracted his head, bulged his cheeks, swallowed the mask of Nola, and lay back on Shan Wei's shoulders to see nothing.
The list was Wei Le, and Gaia looked sideways. The eyes of the black pupil and the white pupil were still ghostly, but it made Wei Wei extremely relieved.
"Fortunately there is you."
Little Gaia seemed to perceive the panic at the bottom of Shan Wei's heart, his red lips and white mouth opened, and he spit out one after another soothing text bubbles.
[I'm here]
[I'm here]
[I'm here]
[I am always here]
[I]…
"Oh, okay, I know, I know." Shan Ziwei touched a little Gaia's head vigorously, and his face had a fever. He really went back to life as he lived. He even wanted a toy box to cheer him up. Due to the actions of Shan Ziwei, the last word bubble overflowed before he finished speaking. Little Gaia opened her eyes in black and white and swallowed the remaining four words.
[I] ... everywhere.
While talking with the toy box, Shan Ziwei also stepped into the corridor. The entire second floor seems to be run through by a corridor, with different rooms on both sides. Shan Ziwei saw the study room through the glass door on the left front side of the staircase. There must be paper and pen in the study room. There is paper and pen to play with pens. Fairy.
However, it cannot be opened without the key.
Shan Zi Wei looked all the way. There are vases between the doors on both sides of the corridor, and there are paintings on the wall behind the vases. Although it is a painting, the screen is black and there is nothing. Shan Bing Wei Bing studied all the objects in the horror game for a while, and finally missed the previous keyboard game with sorrow.
Anyone who has played the real room escape knows that the real room is not as intuitive as the game interface-what can be investigated, what can't be investigated, what can't be investigated, and what are the customs clearance items should be taken clearly. The biggest feature of holographic online games is that players can fully interact with the various props in the scene, so it creates a dilemma that looks all clues at a glance-how do you know if the paintings hanging on the wall are not a set or a reminder for customs clearance? ?
Mr. Shan, the 233-year-old, gave up thinking and continued numbly, trying to turn the handle when he met the door. When he reached the end, Shan Ziwei found that the door on the left side of the corridor was locked. Although the door on the right side could be opened, the inside was dark. The previous hallway can be said to be shrouded at most, and some outlines can be barely seen, but the room on the right is really dark, and the black list is so invisible that Wei hand reaches in. Therefore, Wei Dan, at most, tried to touch the light switch at the door, and didn't mean to go in-he wanted to die, not seek death.
At the end of the corridor, Shan Ziwei saw an ink painting. That painting was very large, taller than Shan Wei, and it was so large that it occupied almost the entire wall. On this sheet of paper, only a person holding a paper umbrella is drawn.
Of course, one person is enough.
It was just a back, and it was mostly covered by a paper umbrella, which made Shan Ziwei feel the style of the people in the painting is exquisite, and he could not help holding his breath. The man in the picture is slender and wears a dark gown of satin cloth. He is holding an umbrella and strolls leisurely in the rain, giving a hazy and deep beauty.
Shan Ziwei was amazed not only by the style of the people in the painting, but also by the artist's superb skills, as if he could hear the sound of raindrops on the oil-paper umbrella.
Tick-answer-tick-answer-tick-
Shan Ziwei's eyes trembled uncontrollably. He didn't hear it wrong, but the sound of water drops really appeared!
The white-haired young man stared at the rain in the painting, perhaps because of ink painting. The rain in the painting was colored with ink. It didn't look like rain, but something very evil and dirty.
Tick-tick-tick-tick-
The more terrible sewage in the painting gathered, the more it seemed to overflow from the painting.
The oil-paper umbrella trembled suddenly.
Tick.
In the eyes of Shan Weiwei's fear, the people in the painting turned their heads side by side, turning their faces. 2k novel reading network